St. Pattys Day Bash once again! Being an Irishman, this day simultaneously makes me ecstatic and nauseous...the drunks, the obnoxious green beer, the fake Irish accents, the shamrocks, the leprechaun tossing, what could make someone more ecstatic??? But the corned beef, the cabbage, the Irish stew, the potatoes, the alcohol, the great music, the good times, the shamrock tassles on boobs, what could make someone more nauseous? And such is the bread of everyday life, from morning til noon, til the shadowless night. I remember Dublin in the rare old times....Molly Malone and Old Mrs. O'Leary, my sheleighly was rigid and stiff, but I lost it down at the mill, I miss that old walking stick!...When Irish eyes are smiling, all the world is bright and gay, unless you're like Rick Santorum, and you could get arrested for being Irish, IF the world is bright and gay because your Irish eyes are smiling...and don't forget the legend of the Black Rose, and young Clu Cullen, his eyes were dark, his expression sullen, and how'd he fight and always won, and how they cried when he was fallen...